Miracle #03 16 июля 1999

Самиздат

a quarter to four - the story of everyday life from the X-Raizor'a.

    (C) X-Raizor/NSDF/Triumph

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     A quarter to four


    The operator is already four o'clock sat in front of
the monitor screen. Cute colorful
picture, gazing at his last
half an hour, slightly varied in time
frequency of domestic systems Electric communications. Some 
beautiful images golden autumn changed the screen. Picturesque

picture of nature with many voices and
shades, like reality, forced
immerse themselves in the atmosphere
virtual life out there, beyond the boundary of this
screen. Somewhere out there created by someone
artificial, but still just as beautiful and amazing life ran 
its course, changing times of the year has flown foliage and 
still flew cranes heralding the imminent onset of an insidious

winter. Yellowing trees, painted
a network of computer screen, lost his
lightness and elevation, becoming
every day the elders of Zion Nature.
But imperceptibly carry away colors of life, not
makes them less beautiful, on the contrary,
gracefully unfolded branch crowns
maintained its strength and solidity in the
stretching endlessly struggle for survival.


    Yes, yes, oddly enough, but in the inner world of the 
screen was all yellowed The same compelled to fight for the 
right to existence. Time will also leave traces on all the 
inhabitants of a small microcosm, both living and yet remain 
silent. Perhaps as much pain cause this pattern of natural 
celibacy and discouragement to someone living there, for

beyond our reality. Maybe
someone sensual and passionate dies
there are now tearing the heart from the pain for
hopelessness of the world.


    Some unknown forces that determine the structure of the 
operator filled his more and more. Rapid pulse,

rapid movement of the life-giving liquid
vessels and capillaries, crazy flow
emotions and rambling thoughts - all gathered in a central 
location to human beings - the solar plexus, dispersing from 
there throughout the body, a wave of something is not clear, 
but very pleasant feelings. A little melancholy,

it makes the plunge again and again,
deeper and deeper into the created world. In the world
lack of reality in the world of faceless and
not known, but all the same interesting.


    The operator put a cup of coffee
edge of the table, and tearing, finally, his
view of the screen, leaning back in a comfortable
chair. Now he looked straight ahead
themselves, no one knows where, concentrating
his eyes at one point. So it was
whenever he thought about it. Each
muscle in his body was now relaxed,
body settled into a chair, and a pulse, on the contrary
participation. Participation it from the flow
reflections are filling operator.
His thoughts carried him far, far away
away from the screen and yellowed
abandoned them to the world. It has long been cooled
coffee in the cup, and the wind outside the room
hundreds of times changed his direction and he
all sat and thought. Thinking about something completely
We do not understand.
...


    Helen was waiting for him for the fourth hour.
She was not angry, not angry and not even
upset his absence. She
specially came here early to
to be with nature. Angle of noisy,
departing forever cranes stretched to
south. Dim sunset sky and giant
poplar trees, surrounded by forest, where she
, dreams. Her warm hands
twined trunks of trees, a gentle quiet
a voice echoed the sensual voice of the heart:
<Where are you, my dear? "> She gently paced, no, just hovering 
in a clearing, coming up with tender words to each

tree. These trees love it. Each
times when she was here to stay
alone, whenever she was
badly, they bent over calming
her, trying to outshine its unpleasant
Meditation gentle whispering crown. "Here
She is our beautiful> - started creaking trunks, <Go, go!> - 
happily twittering birds, and the whole forest, comes to life 
with her arrival. Helen knew all the animals here, all the 
birds, and probably every twig. Even now, when nature changed 
their shape, all here it seemed to her friends and family. 
Already crackled looks more like a poplar, not rustling 
fragrant foliage crowns, but it is knew that, so even better. 
This is temporary. It will pass, and goes back to

return, in other words simply can not
be. And the wind blowing now cut short with poplar leaves, will 
again caress the hair of their luxurious greens. But it will be 
then, but now waiting for Helen it was waiting for all his 
anxious and quivering creature. Her soul soared above

meadow, anticipating the sweet moment
meeting with him. How nice it filled her with
This wind of change, even though she knew that
he carries himself and something terrible. But
This fear quickly dissipated at the thought
about him when she thought of his big
brown eyes, strong hands and strong shoulders. Each time they 
met was trembling and cautious, as if each are afraid of losing 
a loved one. Every time They looked at each other's eyes, 
trying to read them a revelation of eternity. She

knew nothing of the sort in her life
was not and never will be. She loved
its like nobody on earth; tender love
it even muffled her passion for nature. As soon as the noise of 
his presence violated the peace of a beautiful glade, she 
immediately forgot about the beautiful chirping of birds and 
rustling, already yellowed grass. Immediately went out from 
under their feet the earth and forgot the true color of the sky 
when he hugged and kissed her. The trees, birds and small 
animals and continue to protect and love her. As

sympathetically leaned over her poplar
echoed to herself and opened the cuckoo
resounding cannonade woodpecker.


    She waited. She waited, enjoying nature, appreciating every 
moment of communion with her, afraid to lose her at any moment 
it approximation. This beautiful idyll does not

could leave indifferent even
the most callous of us. Yes ... She was able to
love ...
...


    Now he knew that the longing is not
always pleasant. Perhaps, in
This was to blame the philosopher: Lecture
philosophy was too boring and uninteresting. Who are interested 
in the idea of ​​the theory creation. And what do the 
difference is someone up there watching all these

disgrace.


    Suddenly his memory refreshed Deroll invitation, and he 
involuntarily shuddered at the thought of the upcoming meeting. 
Heck, She made him promise that he

will come to it today. What a
girl: not a man but who is the devil.


    But his thoughts were at another point saying the opposite, 
calming him: <Why do you torturing yourself because you want 
it>. AND He shuddered again. He thought of Helen.

Dear, dear Helen will be waiting for him
Today in the park. The idea of ​​a fragile creature struck him 
so much that he felt cold. No, Helen, he can not leave could 
bring even more ... Just think, some sort of smug Deroll ... 


    But someone inside say: .
Again he felt bad.  But nobody answered him.



     He often
seemed imminent that something was wrong, irreparable and quite 
unknown. He felt something that he himself was not in

unable to explain. He always felt
more than all the rest.


    <What is it all?> Willies
ran all over his trembling body. He
cursed his fierce desire, and cursed the one who forced him to 
go, No, run to Ellen. Tormented, he did not know

what to choose. How stupid: he was sure
recently that to any Deroll not go, he knew more than anyone 
else in the world loves Helen. But, as if the devil burst

it apart. Terrible worm desire,
generated, it seemed, the entire universe,
ate it from within.


    He was on fire. Burned his feelings, emotions
and ... thought. Thought, not what they used to be.
Thoughts empty, dull and completely
not clear from which it became more
worse. God, how much worse!


    Finally, he decided to stop self-destructive behaviors, and 
with furious eyes raced through the park. He flew a short 
distance from the field where it was waiting for Ellen, ran 
down the street Flehera, beside himself, and not giving 
themselves no longer any record. 


    Soon his hand was on the black
doorbells. Fingers nervously shaking.
The legs did not seem to want to keep it, and
gave way. His entire body turned
in a huge ball of energy and passion.
Passion, which he hated so recently.


    He entered Deroll, and she closed the
door after him. House except them no one
was. A minute later he was sitting on her
the couch, not knowing how he ended up there.
The last glimpses of sanity was
dying memory of Helen ... He nervously
glanced at his watch. A quarter
four ...


    Gentle hands touched his girls
hands and began to slowly move his
brought by the body. He clung to her,
trying to calm down. But could not. Girl
tenderly kissed him and whispered something in
ear, but he did not hear her. He thought about
terrible barrier, which is crossed.
<Lord, what will happen to us. No!>


    But these thoughts soon left him,
as sitting before him do not wear.
Deroll caressed him stronger and
excited. Passion was growing all the
More and more, and nothing could
keep IT. He tried to
currently Ellen ... <Me hugs Helen ...>


    With eyes closed, he reached out to
the girl took off her robe and easy
began to approach her lips ... , <My dear Helen ...>. The lips have merged in a 
passionate and burning kiss ... 


    N E T! - There was a clap of thunder,
fell upon from nowhere ... Then
He understood ... And covered with darkness ...
...


    Helen started. Cool Breeze
blew from the north. It shrank and became
hard stare into the distance. She
staring into the darkness among the trees,
where he usually appeared. It is up to
still not tired of waiting, but he obviously
delayed. Yellow grass under their feet
leaned toward the south, obeying
wind, make it a natural
compass.


     - Helen thought, looking
on the sedge. Schebetlivy sparrow pecked
seeds, brought here by Helen specially
for him. He did not fear it, and
always, flying, sit on her shoulder,
as soon as she appeared in the grove.
Now, bristling, he jumped side by side, reminding her of ITS. 
Yes ... She again thought about it. <Where are you, dear>.



    Autumn Sunset hurriedly sent
flushed with shame the sun directly on
west edge of the forest. Loosely wrapped in a meadow with a 
shawl Helen seemed like a fairytale picture. A cold wind blew. 
The same who do not Helen liked. Again she was scared.

Sparrow fluttered from her shoulder and left
skyward. The trees groaned and arms akimbo. Glade covered with 
a terrible, cold darkness of separation, which is already felt 
Helene. Cold nature and solitude, first settled in her delicate 
heat heart, caused terrible pain.



    The wind grew stronger. Rose hurricane.
Trees lose their branches, defoliation
knocked unnatural solid shroud.
Glade has lost all signs of life,
leaving in the middle of a little girl
who knew how to love.


    With the peal of thunder and a splash of heaven
fell to earth the first and
the last drop of rain. Rain of sorrow,
love, loyalty and courage. Grove
covered with darkness, and the second all
here has forgotten about the existence of Helen. AND
Only a loud clap of thunder resonated
the wild cry of the soul and broke her maiden
little world apart.
...


...

    Shrill sound of the beeper made
operator to wake up.  -
plaque on the recently dead who lived
screen. The operator stood silently from his chair and
went to the window. Outside, Hurricane
and strong thunder rolled. Strange as it
He did not notice the storm approach. He poured
himself another coffee and sat down again in the chair
front of the screen.


    The operator was upset. Terribly upset. But this time, this 
disorder was special. He was not touched by the fact that

did not work long ottrasirovannaya program does not affect the 
fact that failure prevented him from thinking. A few 
keystrokes, he launched the program again. Dead monitor 
recently broke out with renewed force, consistently showing a 
picture of autumn Nature.



    The operator sat in a chair, putting the coffee on the 
table. Storm incomprehensible thoughts and feelings filled him 
now. He knew almost everything ... He almost guessed, but could 
not understand why ... These thought again and again dipped it 
into the small world. Again chilled coffee in the cup. Again he 
was left alone alone Terminal ... and rolled down his cheeks

tears ...
...


    Yellowing trees fluttered in the
autumn trees. Silence echoed his cuckoo
chattered woodpecker. Merrily chirping,
sparrow hopped and pecked left
someone seed. A Damp autumn grass gently bent their stems in 
the gusts north wind, as if silently murmuring: <Where

are you, darling? ">.